The sole predictor of pain is being alive, you know.

[ the protective bubble he's in is covered over with spiderweb cracks, seawater rushing intside. ]

You say you hate hurting, but really, you're telling me what you want is for it not to stop. That's my offer, Azdaja. That's always been my offer.

Eternal pain.
If you're saved, you shall never be the obedient drone you were meant to be.